MADE IN TAIWAN
It sits on my desk as paper weight,
Center of attention, conversation piece.
It is something to hold, a great
Birthday gift, a Christmas surprise.
How did they do it? Take puffball and mate
It to molten plastic and not dislodge so
Much as a hair? A sneeze, a breeze would take
Dandelion and send it reeling into a snow
Of spidery splinters, atoms of gauze.
Not now when it is fixed, frozen. Nature has
Been confined in a glassy case. It glows
Perhaps when we touch it, turn it, feel it as
We look for something more in this artless art
That sits there keeping us together—apart.
- Richard Lee